“Listen to me, my people; hear me, my nation: The law will go out from me; my justice will become a light to the nations. My righteousness draws near speedily, my salvation is on the way, and my arm will bring justice to the nations. The islands will look to me and wait in hope for my arm.” Isaiah 51:4-5
It all seems so unfair. I mean, usually I am the last one you will ever hear complaining. I do my chores and I help my family out. I’m not going to lie- life is hard here. It’s really hard. I am weekly, if not, daily, reminded by people in the market that a Savior is coming. “Our Savior is coming,” they say. He will redeem. He will make all things right. He will fight for us. I want so badly to believe that there is hope. That someone is coming who actually cares about the common people. I want to believe that there is someone that will fight for justice and for all the years of wrong that has happened in my country. I want to believe that there is someone who will remove this heavy burden my family has been carrying just to make it through the day. Our systems here are corrupt. Those in authority take advantage of people like my family, who are very poor. They spend time with those who are well off like themselves and spit on the very ground we walk on.
Just the other day they raised the taxes on small town farmers like papa. He came home and tried to act brave for mama. When he walked into the washroom I saw him wipe his eyes. A thousand wrinkles in his face from a hard life of sweat and plowing. He told mama that in order for us to pay for the tax increase we would have to sell our cattle to the tax collectors. I could hear them fighting from the other room. “No” she cried. “Those were the ones we were saving for Passover. We only have one week until Passover. We’ll never save up enough money to buy one back from them!” I came out to see what all the fighting was about, but papa told me to go back into my room.
The next morning I tried to console mama. I told her my friend Adah down the street tells me stories she hears from her parents. She tells me about a man named Jesus who will fight for us. He will make all things right. He will be our peacemaker. Mama looks down at me. Her eyes carry years of worry. She smiles a crooked smile, as if that’s all the strength she can muster. “I want to believe, sweet one.” “I really do.” And she cups my face with her hand and looks right into my eyes. “Let us hope this Savior you speak of comes soon. Let us hope He comes very soon.”
It was a normal Sunday as the town prepared for Passover. I was filling the basin with water to wash papas feet. He would be home any minute. I could hear something happening outside the temple gates. I heard shouting. As I looked out the window I couldn’t believe my eyes. I saw a man and he looked angry. He kicked over the tables of the bankers and the stalls of the pigeon merchants. He didn’t let anyone even carry a basket through the Temple. And then I heard him shout, “My house was designated a house of prayer for the nations; You’ve turned it into a hangout for thieves.” (Mark 11:15-17 MSG) There was something in his voice. I wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t fighting against our people. He looked grieved. He was so stirred up. He was fighting for us.
In all my time of living under the oppression of the temple priests and tax collectors, I have never seen One with such authority speak to them in this manner. He wasn’t afraid of them or what they might do to Him. I shouted with excitement to mama to hurry and see. She held me as we watched these events unfold. I felt a tear trickle down from her cheek. “My sweet Tabitha, could this be the One?” “Could this be the Savior who has come to fight for us?” We both watched in silence as expectancy filled our hearts. For the first time in our house that night I saw something I had not seen in my parents in a very long time. I saw hope.
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Exodus 14:14
With that same passion and authority, I believe the Lord is fighting for us, even right now. He wages warfare on our behalf and will come in right on time to bring hope and healing. He fights for the regular people, like you and I. My friends, whatever your need, help is on the way.